Correction Paroles Selfish* par YSN Flow

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I ain't got nobody
Someone tell me where my help is
Uh, uh, look

I ain't got nobody, someone tell me where my help is
Always give a hand out, you can't never call me selfish
Take drugs to find myself 'cause I swear I've been feeling selfless
I got sick on bleachers so I'll win and sell my soul, fam
Now a n***a balling, nah, I never let sh*t stop me
I came up on some green and now I flash my pockets c*cky
Ain't running from no problems, I'ma box 'em like I'm Rocky
I don't got me no friends, you see I stay away from [?]
a n***a tried to count mе out, I swear that they can't count it
I don't like to do no talking, put my monеy where my mouth is
He keep flashing that hammer but I know that he ain't 'bout sh*t
On his 'Gram talking about killing me 'cause I'm f**king his thot b*t*h
I just turned the hood to Tokyo, we walking around with chopsticks
He steady talking on that block, you know my janitor, he gon' mop sh*t
She know not to pull her pants down, put her mouth where my c*ck is
The way I came up on a n***a, n***as prolly think I found it
f**king, I really made a waterfall
Don't say I'm a [?], on my wrist hold up a Audemar
Middle fingers to the haters, swear to God, it's f**k 'em all
Scare to put my feelings on a b*t*h 'cause I don't trust her at all
My wrist hold ice, got too much money, got too much guap
See, your main b*t*h a runner, she take too much c*ck
That's her running [?], tell that ho to kick rocks
Sensitive, [?], that b*t*h so sensitive
Get the mail then I tell my trappers go to flip them in
Instrument, she play with my d**k like it's a instrument
Slip it in, she tried to run away 'cause it don't want fit in
And when I'm finna nut, she put my d**k where [?] is
More money, more problems that's why problems is big
My b*t*h got b*t*hes who got b*t*hes and they all let me hit 'em
My heart so cold, see it when I'm wearing [?]
I got a championship team and I'ma coach 'em like Curry
I ain't gon' sit down and relax, I gotta get to the racks
She turn around looking, call me daddy, want my d**k in her back
We peep it, got something in his pocket then we running them flat
And if he try to skirt up, we put his head in his lap
Know I'm the greatest, I'm so versatile, tell 'em I'm back to the pain
I'm still a rookie but I'm balling like a vet in the game
I probably ain't gon' sleep tonight, I'm off them drugs, I'm insane
My heart got crossed so many times, that's why my love ain't the same
Get them butterflies and pop that Perky, I was nervous
I've been feeling so much pain, even when I smile my face be hurting
Sometimes spending money make me happy, that's why I be splurged
Put a d**k inside my Glock and make it squirt, it ain't no virgin

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